Francis J Grasso Poet Narrative

That Love Thing

This love thing crept up into me when I was very young. 3 maybe 4 years old. And so was she. We were in a closest somewhere. Quiet and dark! We stood there for a while each in our own pool of innocence, until she said something like, “ I'll let you touch me if you let me touch you!”. I could feel her groping and then  exclaim “I can feel it”. I wasn't as successful. I kept saying, “I can't feel anything! Where is it!”.  And she kept saying, “That is it! That is it!”.

It wasn't until the 4th grade, when Miss Funchion put her arm around me for comfort and encouragement in that bastion of learnatude, P.S. 74 that the first mystery of my life started to dissolve and the pieces slowly began to come together.


written October 9, 2016

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Andrea Dietrich October 13, 2016 at 7:38 PM It's interesting to view the workings of a young boy's mind and when that "love thing" was something truly grasped and not just talked about or made like a childhood experiment. Very nice, Francis. Francis J Grasso October 14, 2016 at 7:17 AM IT WAS WAS HER IDEA!! SHE VAMPED ME! :) Nice seeing ya'. Been pretty busy here, but have kept up with some of the goings on at the soup. ...Fran